Chapter 165: Chapter 164: I’m Investing in You!

Gu Lan walked in front, with Jiang Zhou like a silent shadow behind her.

“You stay here, don’t move!”

At the door, Gu Lan stopped him, looking disdainful.

She pointed to the faucet in the courtyard.

“Go! Wash your hands and face! The oil is about to drip on the ground!”

Jiang Zhou looked at his hands, they were black.

He didn’t say anything and walked straight to the faucet.

The icy water washed over him, and he scrubbed hard, as if to scrub off a layer of skin.

Gu Lan watched his wrists turn a bit red from the cold, she pouted and said nothing more.

Pushing open the door, an irresistible aroma of food greeted them.

In the living room, Dean Li and Professor Wang were chatting and laughing.

When they saw Jiang Zhou following Gu Lan, their voices paused.

Wang Guihua came out from the kitchen carrying a dish, seeing Jiang Zhou in his washed-out, oil-stained overalls, her eyebrows furrowed unconsciously.

“Sister-in-law, I brought the person,” Gu Lan said sullenly.

Lin Wan Yi poked her head out of the kitchen, wearing an apron and a gentle smile on her face.

“Come in, wash your hands and eat.”

Her gaze fell on Jiang Zhou, without a hint of disdain, she looked at him calmly like an ordinary guest.

The dishes were quickly served.

Squirrel fish, Dongpo Pork Knuckle, boiled greens, three-flavor soup… all piled up on the table.

Each dish glowed with a peculiar luster, and the scent boldly invaded everyone’s noses.

“Come on, don’t be shy.” Lin Wan Yi removed her apron, serving soup to the two professors and Gu Lan.

Jiang Zhou sat at the table without saying a word, picking up his chopsticks.

He didn’t go for the nearest vegetables.

Instead, he reached directly for the oily, red Dongpo Pork Knuckle in the center.

He picked up a big piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

Gu Lan was about to mock him for his lack of manners.

But the next moment, her words were stuck in her throat.

Jiang Zhou’s chewing paused.

Only for a moment.

Then, like a machine that was fast-forwarded, he started shoveling rice into his mouth frantically.

One piece of pork knuckle, three mouthfuls of rice.

Then picked up a piece of fish, he even swallowed it without spitting out the bones.

The way he ate, not like a human.

More like a wild wolf that had starved for half a month in the snow, finally seeing meat.

Dean Li and Professor Wang watched in shock.

Gu Lan was even more stunned, her chopsticks still in her hand.

Wang Guihua stood aside, her expression changing from disdain to shock.

Lin Wan Yi was calm, she served Jiang Zhou another big bowl of rice, pushing it in front of him.

“Eat slowly, there’s more in the pot.”

Jiang Zhou didn’t look up or thank her.

He just ate even faster.

At the table, he was the only one moving.

“Ahem…” Professor Wang cleared his throat, trying to break the strange atmosphere.

He looked at Lin Wan Yi, his face flushed.

“Wanyi, really, we have to thank you for that temperature controller!”

“I reviewed the data again today, steady! So steady! It’s practically a masterpiece!”

Dean Li nodded as well, “Yes, Lan said she found a master at the Technology University to fix it? This person is a genius! We must thank them properly!”

Gu Lan’s cheeks were a bit hot.

She glanced at the “master” who had his face buried in his bowl, muttering softly.

“What master, just a Rubbish King…”

Lin Wan Yi laughed.

She picked up some vegetables and placed them in Jiang Zhou’s bowl.

“Far away in the sky, right in front of you.”

She nodded in Jiang Zhou’s direction.

“The master you two professors are looking for is him, Jiang Zhou.”

The living room instantly fell silent, even the clatter of chopsticks hitting the bowl disappeared.

Dean Li and Professor Wang’s smiles froze.

Their eyes, like searchlights, shot towards the young man who had his head buried in eating.

“Him?” Professor Wang’s voice altered.

This young man smelling like machine oil, eating like a refugee?

The same person who drew that genius circuit diagram?

Professor Wang couldn’t believe it.

He put down his chopsticks, leaned forward, and fixed his gaze on Jiang Zhou.

“Young man, was it really you who drew that circuit diagram?”

Jiang Zhou didn’t raise his head and squeezed out a single word.

“Mm.”

“That series structure, how did you think to use it to solve the overload issue? Theoretically, this increases instability!” Professor Wang pursued, his tone urgent.

Jiang Zhou finally swallowed his food.

He picked up the last piece of squirrel fish, keeping his words to a minimum.

“Formula.”

Professor Wang was stunned.

Formula? What formula? He certainly knew to use formulas!

Dean Li couldn’t hold back either, “What about the energy conversion rate? How did you manage to increase efficiency while reducing energy consumption by half? This doesn’t comply with existing energy conservation laws!”

Jiang Zhou picked up the soup bowl, drinking the last drop of soup dry.

He put down the bowl and finally looked up.

“Your laws, they’re outdated.”

“Pfft—”

Professor Wang spat out a mouthful of tea.

Dean Li wore a look of shock.

Two academics like pillars of the scholarly world were told by a young lad in his early twenties that their knowledge was outdated.

Yet, they couldn’t rebut.

Because that temperature controller was solid proof.

After a long while, the two professors left dispirited.

They left because they were disheartened.

The living room was finally quiet.

Wang Guihua silently cleaned up the table of ravaged empty plates.

Gu Lan rested her chin, looking at Jiang Zhou with a complex expression.

Jiang Zhou was full.

He leaned back in his chair, still with that cold, expressionless face.

But his eyes, they held a trace of satisfaction.

Lin Wan Yi didn’t speak.

She stood up, bringing out a platter of sliced fruits from the kitchen.

Golden pears, rosy apples.

Each piece looked like a jade sculpture, emitting a sweet fragrance.

She pushed the fruit platter in front of Jiang Zhou.

Then, she sat down, speaking calmly.

“Your color television, what plan do you intend to use to achieve it?”

Jiang Zhou’s hand, which had reached for the fruit, stopped in mid-air.

He suddenly raised his head, looking at Lin Wan Yi.

That gaze, no longer looking at a woman who cooked well.

But a kind of scrutiny, with inquiry and sharpness.

Lin Wan Yi seemed not to notice his gaze.

She continued to speak.

“Shadow-mask CRT, or single-gun tri-beam grid control?”

“If it’s shadow-mask, how do you resolve the fluorescent dot pattern and electron beam scanning precision issue?”

Jiang Zhou’s body, straightened.

His hand on the table, instinctively tightened.

These terms.

Terms that even within their project team, only remained in theoretical conjecture.

How did she know?

Lin Wan Yi picked up a piece of pear, biting into it, crisp and juicy.

“Speak, what do you still need?”

Jiang Zhou stared at her, his Adam’s apple moved up and down.

“Who exactly are you?”

Lin Wan Yi laughed.

Her dimples shallow.

She put down the pear in her hand, her body leaning slightly forward, speaking clearly with an undeniable power.

“I need a genius who can turn my ideas into reality.”

“You need a partner who can fill your stomach, providing you with endless resources and funds.”

She looked into his shocked eyes, gently tapped the table.

“Jiang Zhou.”

“I am investing in you.”

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